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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Child soldierLittle warriorYour lives are spentFar too soonMother assault gunFather uniformWhere will you getYour next mealSo many things you’ll seeThat nobody shouldSo many lessons you’ll learnSo few are goodNightmares if you surviveAnd if you surviveAre you aliveChild soldierYour life is worthMore than you know

But you’ve seenAll that can beAnd you knowSo much thatYou can’t unknowYou deserveMore than thisBut what you haveBut what is thereYou couldn’t resistThey’d have killed you tooSo now you liveYou exist

Just to hold a gunAnd shootAt the enemyOr anyoneWho is over thereNo where reallyDon’t spare the injuredDon’t spare the womenWhat is a childYounger than you?Just shoot them allAnd get a mealSome clothing maybeBut you are never free

Odin is of the Æsir
Known for his wisdom,
Courage in war and battle
God of death,
Magic, poetry, prophecy,
Victory, and the hunt
One eye
Gray God
All-Father
He is our God
The God of the Vikings
As we set out
To conquer in his name
To expand the horizon
So that Odin gains
We travel far
Attacking all
Waging wars
So that Odin is greater
We lift him up
By our acts on earth
So that in Asgard
Odin looking down
Is glorified
Through the snows
The icy rains
The tears he cries
No matter how cold
Are like a child’s laugh
To our hearts
For Odin is All Father
And we recognize his being
Oars stroke
The prow cuts through the waters
The winds lift our ship
So that we ride above the waves
Odin’s winds blow
And we prepare our blades
And our shields and armor
So that we might find victory
When we will destroy
Those who do not know
Odin

You may not understand but now is the hourWe all bear lightning from our handsBorn of fire embued with lifeWe are able to command such powerFor we are made in the image of GodWe create as did our makerWe translate our birthAs a gift of natureBut it was created by the oneWho embued us with such fireNever back down never give groundWe are the ones born of fireWe are the ones who have begunThe long path ordered to restore the throneOf the one who made us as his ownWe all bear lightning we all were bornOf molten steel, with a purposeNever to fall, never to failMade for a reason, to prevailSo rise up, so rise

Friday, November 26, 2010

Far from the gentle babbleOf people livingA normal existenceThere is a castleUpon an icy steppeWhere nomads refuse to travelFor they fear the soundsThat haunt the unholy groundsThe snow bound castle stares outUpon the land so quietAll mankind’s dreamsWill unravelFor brooding behind its wallsIs a dark lordWhile silent he is not at peaceIn battle he wields a black lanceFilled with toxic venomsHe wears armorTwisted and spiked and hornedWith eyes that are redAnd skin pitch blackWalking with a staffHe flourishes and twirlsFrom his silence is bornA plan

He is planning his vengeanceUpon the worldFor no reason knownBut his vengeance will not waitHis anger will not subsideAnd when he has chosen the placeWhen he has decided the timeHis army of deathWill break loose from the wallsAnd rideDown upon the human landsWhere no one is preparedFor the violence, plague and miseryThat lay at the dark lord’s handsThe hell hound packs runningWith fire as their very breathThe hate born NightmaresWho race to bring horrible deathThe animated corpses that walkThe dark lord commands their fleshAll these serve at his sideReady to kill for no other purposeThan to bring the pain and miseryThe dark lord’s legacyTo the human tribes

The drums of warEcho in the valleysBut are misunderstoodBy many who hearSome think as longAs the drums beatThey are far awayNot someplace nearBut they beat constantlyAnd emotions of fear are stokedThe human tribes hopeThey have timeTo become readyBut time is not an allyIt is just moments beforeThe onslaught of thoseLong preparedSteady and trainedHateful and angryEvil and hungryFor death

(Original art work for the Black Knight was from artist Brom, but I changed it. This is not my original work, and the copyright for his work is his. I am using this to illustrate a story, for which I not recompensed, and intend no enfringement).

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Ravens stood upon the cross barAs others circled aboveA slave who’d led revoltWas crucified as a messageTo others who’d seeAnd knowThat their livesWere only worthWhat their masters had paidNo matter what they’d paidWhatever the talentsWhatever the dreamsA slave was propertyAnd could not be allowedTo become independentTo become proudAnd however manyWould have to be slainSlaves had no value, except up frontWhen the auction endedAnd money changed handsThe slave was boundBy lawBy the codeTo obeyOr dieAs the tortured soulUpon the cross knewSurrounded by ravensHe’d paid the tollFor desiring freedomAnd hopeFor a futureInstead of beingControlled

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Like an anvilHammered by the smithMy world is ironAnd I am temperedBy the firesOf existenceAnd the miseriesOf this lifeAnd desireAre poundedUpon my bodyUntil goneMy journey is longMy path is hardAnd I am tossedTo the elementsTo my detrimentI am brokenBut continueMy decadent decayBegins quicklyWhile I am crushedFor the world’s pleasureWalking upon the surfaceOf this spinning globeI lose my balanceWhen all I believeIs cast awayAnd I am left nudeTo this worldCovered only in doubtAnd I have nothingTo deflectThe abject miseryPoured upon meBy those who standMocking meMocking my beingThis flawed fleshThey cannot helpSeeingThey hate meBut do not know meOnly my form bentBy fear and loathingMisery and mockeryWhere I am castUpon this globeTo breathe

Who are you to tell meI’m a fool to love youIt wouldn’t be your decisionFeel free to remain aloofIt wouldn’t be my mistakeBecause my heart is honestWhen I love I love foreverAnd I live upon truthNot hopeYou aren’t thatAt any rateYou are my dreamAnd I can liveIf the answer is neverBut you are not a fantasyI don’t cover my thoughtsOf you in ecstasyAll I imagine is walkingHand in handSide by sideWith you loving meTil the end of timeSo dont worryI am not asking youFor anythingI am not hopingThat you will beMy everythingI have no hopeAll I haveIs dreams

Monday, November 22, 2010

A King being lauded by the peopleIn the open airHis knights behind himAnd to the sidesBrave to the dangersThat such freedom would offerA single attack from a distanceFrom a strangerWould end his reignBut the king's act was oneOf trust in a golden era

Bestrode by admirersAt a distance jeered by his foesThe moment was pristineBut forebode woeDespite the seeming gildDespite the holy fireAccompanied by a questTo take the kingdom higherFrom a distanceAn assassin reached outFiring at the kingWith deadly accuracyDestroying the legacyConsuming the fireOf a golden ageConsuming the desireTo be more

An assassin's victoryRobbed a kingdomOf its kingOf its being

And ill came to the oneHowever and whoever ledBut it brought no justiceOnly one more dead

Let me outAbandon meDon't call meInsaneMy existence a malevolent tumorMy hope remainsAn insensitive rumorMy heart is long since brokenI’ve given up hopeMy soul is a tokenOf the wars over my beingFor I’d rather be goneBut they insist upon seeingIf this drug or thatCan remind me of whyI should ever wish to stayBut drugs cannotNor can the shocksThe icepick won’t helpI will still have these thoughtsBecause they are the real meAnd the people outsideLong for me to lieLet me dieLet me dieSay I am sorryTo those who will cryI long to be so far awayMy mind is my comfortAnd my flesh betraysAll I amAll I amall I am

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Near the coursing path of the DanubeWhere it would soon become confluencePassing through ScythiaShe spent days searchingCollected stones upon the shoreWhere the river enteredJoining waters with the Black SeaFor her arts, she created mosaicsOf incredible beautyIn an era when being unmarriedMeant little social worthShe wove storiesAloneShe spun yarnAnd blew glassShe made a homeShe read tomesWithout a familyNo children, no manA few animalsNo one closeHer days were madeMore than endurableHer life was wroughtA work wrungDespite being aloneBy the works of her handsAnd the stories of her tongueTold by the worksShe created for noneBut her own eyesFor none but her beingAlone she had worthBeyond any meansOf measure

A baby chucklesSleepingA climber sees GodReachingA singer finds a noteSeekingSeeing the unseenOne must know how to lookOne must know where it isTo see what is hiddenRequires a spiritFilled with hopeFilled with loveAnd a willingnessTo hear itFor the voice withinIs sometimes quietSometimes barely audibleAnd no matter how we wish itDoes not respond to prideWe are so foolishRatherWe must shuttle our conscienceFrom thinking and knowingTo knowing and doingTo find the truthBut that proofIs inside all of us

“Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of hisheart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more — more unseenforms become manifest to him.” Rumi

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Butternuts, Johnny Reb,Dixie boys in grayI served with Henry SibleyIn the Army of New MexicoWe were young, and hopeful thought if not usAt least our deeds would be remembered foreverLike the AlamoBut nobody remembers the dead who diedIn forgotten warsOr the fallen in battkesUnremembered with any glory or noticeWe were supposed to run the FedsDown through the Glorieta PassAnd hoped we could get rid of themFrom the territoryBut they stood mostlyI saw comrades die in Apache CanyonAll the way up through the passAnd there I diedIn timeMy bones were buriedBut I was an orphanNobody remembered me or criedBut the vulturesCircled the battle fieldAnd the sun beat downCooking the Sante Fe county grassIn early SpringThe blood bakedAnd no harvest would yieldBut my memory remainsLaying in the groundShattered by a Fed bulletRunning for my lifeDied in the Spring sunNever to be found

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Mordechai Vanunu told the truth.And it cost him most of his adult life.

Tell the truth and get punishedTell lies and get praisedThe masses don't want the truthThey just want to hateLet one voice be differentThen the world is changedLet one voice rise aboveThey'll call him derangedThe world isn't preparedFor one good man to speakSo let us all slit our throatsSo that the idiots may drinkFrom our livesFrom our hopeSo that there is nothingBut consensusAnd lies

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

You are nobility in your domainThe Princess of the watersBut I do not know your nameIt matters notYour eyes are lamps to my darknessYour skin so soft I long to caressYour voice alone brings me chillsLike a perfect church bell ringsAlong with the beauty is purityTo see your form and my tears spillSo perfect angels singLike the water and padsBy the lilies Unbelievably pristineLet me sit by the water’s edgeLet me lay down in the rushesNear to where you riseFrom the waterFrom the still cool waterAnd watch youJust watchAs you singThe world into beingAs you glory in God’s gardenAnd hear your voiceThat moves me soLeaves me unguardedOpen to joyAnd hopefulFills my heart so hollowLet me watch youAs you singFor you make me smileDespite my sorrow

Monday, November 15, 2010

Finally doneRising from the depthOf the winter of my sleepAny who might have seen meMight have thought I was deadI lay still foreverBut I just was hoping insteadTo stay asleepAsleepI cannot sleep any longerI’ve dreamed for so many hoursMy mind is full of storiesOf love and lossAnd heroic gloryThe mind has such powerIt can replace life with picturesFrom thoughts that lingerThen adds a story from my memoryLeaving me without realityGentle echoes pour over meHow I long to remain asleepNothing can hurt me when I dreamThe echoes of lifeAre made so sereneDreaming is freedomFrom this worldThat crushes my heartFrom my lifeThat slips awayMoment by momentDay after dayThere is no reasonFor me to ever be awakeSo let me sleep againLet me sleep foreverLet my being remainIn the gray landsSo I will not rememberWhat has gone on beforeOr what I miss from now onCome take me man of sandMake me sleepMake me sleepLet me sleepForeverLet me liveIn my dreamsLet me severThis existenceLet me goLet me sleep

Sunday, November 14, 2010

say not a wordmake no soundbe still in this momentaffections unheardbleed upon the groundand give birth to tormentwe are allowed to liveat the mercy ofexistencewe are too proud to givean ounce of hoperesistancelet our world be bornlet our hopebe scornedlet the blessingsbe pouredupon the groundthrough handsmore like a sievetwisted whispers aimed at deaf earsbegged for hopebegged to be forgivendoesn’t matter at all the way isn’t clearexistence is all we’ve been givendestiny and fate are lieswe look to starsand the new sun arisenbut they offer nothingbut of the constant we need hope but it is distantfar from the horizonthere is no warmth from the lightof such a distant sunborn every day to this dark planethuddled in frightchains of sinworn like a cloakcovering meweighing me downwords of prayer from my throatchoked out bitterlyfor some hope hope to escape this eternal night

Friday, November 12, 2010

I rode With the King’s companion cavalryAcross three continentsI saw battles with foesCountless and fierceI was woundedRepeatedlyMy armor piercedBut none of it injured meNone of it hurtNearly as muchAs when you weren’t thereWhen I returnedI know you sufferedI know you couldn’t waitWhen the Gods demandedYour presence in ElysiumYou had to comeIt was an act of fateBut my loveI am hereAnd you are goneAnd I am undoneAnd the toll of victoryIs more painful than all battles lostThe cost is worseThan any gainsBy battles wonI am aloneAnd the laurels they’d have me wearAre bitter remnantsOf failure

Monday, November 8, 2010

Like flames that cannot be consumedThe revolution against the EmpireGrows indeed growsThe response is like fireEvery voice is fuelEvery sound is loudThe Empire is cruelAnd our response is proudThis may be a last standYou may sever our headsBut this is our landAnd if we cannot live freeWe’d rather be deadLet the blood of the patriotsBaptize the landChange every fateLet our voices be foundMake it sacredHuman madeHoly ground

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Across a billion galaxiesAnd countless stars the warrior runsFor the wall approaches, the eater of allThe end is begun with epic blacknessWhere nothing exists, where nothing resistsThe wall is impenetrably voidAnd only one is aware and he runsWith the message to the worldsStanding in the path of the endFor when the yarn is unspunThe worlds are undoneHowever many stand to dieThe warrior is crying for the worldsThat have been lost to the wallDarknessEver encroaching, so very nearThe warrior cries but refuses to stopFor the message needs to be sharedTo any who might hear

Friday, November 5, 2010

I never knew how hollow I could feelUntil you left my sideNow I can’t believe the emptinessThere’s nothing thereAny longerHow wrong it feels but I wasn’t deceivedI just had thought someday we’d build a lifeTogether make a plan, be more than thisAnd now there isn’t even thatI am so emptyTears pound loudly downIn my heart there is a vacuumIn my mind there is no soundStruck deaf by the painThat you’ve left and goneBecause I saw the babiesIn your eyes we’d haveBut now you aren’t aroundTo see me smile, to hold my handTo make love to me, to let me love youTo walk upon the beach, to run across the sandsYou were my Queen of all I amNow you are gone, and this is the endFor I lived to be with you and without your faceThere’s nothing left but to pretendOr runRun away until my flesh turns grayAnd someone finds meAnd buries my fetid remains

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

“And there was war in heaven: Michael and hisangels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels,And prevailed not; neither was their placefound any more in heaven.And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent,called the Devil,and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world:he was cast out into the earth,and his angels were cast out with him.”

The Bible : Revelation 12:7-9

The blessed warriorsThe slayers of the dragon,And of his lesser dragons, long knew thatSomeday he’d be reborn, in some new formBeautiful perhaps, but foul nonethelessAnd so New Earth, perfect, made by the trueWas to bleed anew, when the dragons of wrathBirthed in this place, full of anger and so vileArose from their hellish ashThe fires of hell long cooledBut still embers cookIn the Dragon Lair

Monday, November 1, 2010

Neither mythic or Godlike
Nor legendary heroes
But they are nonetheless
Warriors
Tears for the fallen
Baptize the flag
Caskets wooden
Carry the body bags
Notes inside
To the families
Left behind
Please my love
My children
Remember me
Despite the war
And the enemy
We resist
We will be free
Because we bear
The scars for others
There will be a new day
A day of peace
Our sacrifice is not in vain
This world will see the day
Without the wars
That haunt us now
There is now and
There will be eternity
Because
The world will turn
Endlessly
Spin upon its axis
Regardless of whether we exist
Held aloft upon the back of Atlas
We are amidst it all
For we are warriors
Long ago answered the call
Whether we long to live
Or cannot wait to die
Freedom will be
The air to breathe
Hope gives us strength
All alone perhaps
Yet we persist

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